"Ugh." I grunted as I shifted through the pile of clothes i have lying on the floor, praying that the bra i am looking for will magically appear.


But nope, no bra sticking out. Nothing.


Shifting a hand through my hair desperately, i let out a strangled groan before plunging myself onto the floor. I pulled my legs towards my body and leaned my back against a drawer all the while considering my current pedicament.


"How am i going to meet Youngjae they all now." I muttered bitterly, as i rubbed my right foot against my left anxiously, a habit i have since young.


You should have done your laundry when mum told you to.


My conscious mocked me with different images of myself lying on my bed claiming that "i will do my laundry tomorrow" but never doing it in the end. I wrinkled my forehead in distaste, and smacked my head repeatedly.


"I should not have been so lazy." I whined childishly.


No use complaining now though; it's not as if a bra will fall out of the sky if i sit there and complain.


Sighing, i lifted my off the floor reluctantly as i got up from the floor.


"Mum," I hollered as i opened my bedroom door, "Are you really really sure you didn't see my bra?"


However, instead of the usual sight of the stairs greeting me when i opened the door, i came face to face with a broad chest.


I let out a gasp in surprise as i stumbled backwards and hit a wall while the stranger held out a hand as if to steady me. Seeing that i did not fall, he took back his hand awkwardly and let it hang at his side.


We glanced at each other for a few moments, before my eyes wandered to the rest of his body. He has brown fluffy hair, hazel brown eyes along with a sharp jaw and pink full lips. Despite being cladded only in a simple navy blue shirt and a pair of worn jeans, he looked good. The blue complemented his eyes really well while the shirt hugged his body, showing off his well built figure. Judging from the arm muscles peeking out from the side of his shirt, it is obvious that this guy works out.


Not bad. Not bad at all.


Call it instinct or whatever but the moment he opened his mouth though, i have a feeling that something bad is going to happen.


"I found something outside your room." His almond-like eyes searched for mine while he drawled out in a slight y accent, before holding out an item towards me with a teasing smirk grazed on his lips. "I believe it belongs to you?"


My intital confusion turned into utter shock as i stared dumbly at the item he held out. My cheeks turned red with embarassment while my face contorted into one of pure horror.


In his outstretched hand was a black laced bra.


My black laced bra.


Someone shoot me please.